Your ego’s bad dream drums that vision <br />Encountered on page one, pages three to eighty-nine. <br />Count the wound-up places where we went aground. <br />As an entertainment, zero. Hero horror. Try the line <br /> <br />Of incestuous relations, hearty friendship, or the cult <br />Of the ectoplasmic navel and the ravishments of guilt. <br /> <br />Page two was delightful. And the margins were wide; <br />One was tempted by the imagery of bloody wrists, <br />Your hysterogetic spasms and italicized reproofs. <br />You may well supplant the tuba if the music lasts.<br /><br />Weldon Kees<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-noisy-contemporary/
